I used to brag that there were six playgrounds within two blocks of our front door. Now, there are five. A nearby school tore its sweet 1960s jungle gym out of the concrete and left it to sit like this in the parking lot for days, a weird piece of unintentional modern art (it was later squashed down further by construction equipment). This morning I saw a scrapper trying to fit as much of it as possible into his minivan.